Realistic or Modern City of the Dead

[ChanpuruDragon]

Welcome to the City of the Dead



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You are a survivor of the zombie apocalypse in the city of Seattle. Towering skyscrapers and business buildings have become castles to the remaining population. Survivors have blocked off entrances to stairwells at the first floor and with no power throughout the city, the towers were free of undead after the first floor. Unfortunately, the undead were not the only hazard as survivors began turning on each other for control of buildings and supplies. As a survivor, do you prey on weaker people or try to brave the hordes to scavenge what's left in the city? How will you fare against bandits and other murderous humans or the ravenous, unending onslaught of zombies.

Rules

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1. Creative storytelling is a must! (All following rules will refer to Rule #1)
   
2. No godmodding, Gary/Mary Sues, or Bunnying! (We're all fallible; our characters should be as well.)
   
3. Please write more than 1 line, at least a paragraph. (Five sentence minimum.)
   
4. If you are going to be gone for a prolonged period of time, please let someone know.
   
5. Cursing, gore, and general violence will occur but try not to overdue it just to shock.
   
6. As per site rules, all sex will need to FADE TO BLACK.
   
7. Write "Buttercup" somewhere in your Character Sheet to be accepted.
   
8. Please wait to be accepted before posting. I'm online a lot through the day. If I'm late, feel free to PM me to get a quicker response.
   
9. Have fun! Let's try to create an awesome story together!
   

 

[ChanpuruDragon]

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Frankie had moved up towards the business district from the waterfront. He could hear the groans coming from all directions, but he still had enough space to make sure he could make a run for it. He pulled up the scarf around his face to prevent any of the particulates getting into his mouth. Aiming down the sight for his rifle, he knew he had to keep an eye out for any walkers creeping up on him or even worse would be bandits. He hated taking someone's life but he would be damned if he let anyone get the jump on him.


He decided to move up to find a safe place for the night in one of the high rises. He had just arrived to Seattle, but knew from experiences in other cities that people would try to occupy the skyscrapers. He wouldn't choose a building that was on one of the main streets to avoid any other survivors. The building he ultimately ended up picking still had a service elevator jammed open on the ground floor. He lifted himself up to the access hatch and climbed through. He aimed his rifle up the shaft and over to the next elevator, he didn't want any surprises. Climbing a maintenance ladder, led Frankie to the second floor of the building. He did a quick sweep to make sure no one was there, but found nothing initially. Frankie still didn't want to take any chances and barricaded himself in an office with a window that looked out of the street.


"Home sweet home," Frankie said to himself in a low gruff voice.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Tommy had somehow made it into the city with out getting hurt, or even seeing a infected. He was used to the peace and silence in the farm, but this was his only chance if he was going to live. Before he left, he packed a backpack of all the things he would need ; Water, Food, First aid kit, ammo, a gun and various other things. His father was a cop so he took most of all his weapons, including a 9mm rifle, a shotgun and a automatic machine gun. He put the shotgun into his holster, which he secured on his belt. Tommy also carried a machete in one of his other pockets. He also wore a doctors face mask thing, to make sure that the disease was not air-borne.


He went out side of his farm, with his gun in hand, making sure that one of neighbours wouldn't attack him. Tommy quickly jumped into his blue Mini Cooper and drove onto the highway. On the way he saw that there was a lot of accidents, but strangely no people.


-Time Lapse-


"Hello?" He shouted. Tommy had entered the best secure-looking skyscraper. Once he entered he quickly looked around. There was a big piece of debris lying on the floor next to the door, so he quickly pushed it, with ease, to block the door. He decided not to use the elevator, as he did not want to be stuck in it in the middle of an apocalypse. He quickly searched the first floor, to find nothing in use to him. After all, most of the easy access buildings were already looted. He took out his miniature axe and climbed the ladder/shaft onto the next floor. Again he shouted, "Hello?" But to his surprise, he heard the shuffling of moving a object. He approached the noise cautiously. "Are you a survivor?" He asked, a little bit softer now.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Sounds had become part of the everyday routine. It was as necessary as your next meal to hear and know everything that was going on around him. Saved his life a couple of times as well. He crept down the street, arrow strung in his bow just in case. The sound of the day was that low, guttural moaning that was accustom to their presence. Tanner had reached the downtown area by foot, having been up town at his diner gig when it all began. It was fast and simple. Some were infected and some were torn to bits before the virus had a chance to plague their system. Tanner's main mission of the moment was to get to his apartment. It was only 5 blocks away, so close he could taste his pillow.


Tanner looked around and set his sights on a guy who seemed to have survived the fall as well. He traced his footsteps, hoping to catch up with him and offer shelter--if he wasn't infected, of course. If the man was...well...Tanner would be quick about it. The denial may have been strong in the beginning, but it was clear now that these people weren't coming back once they were gone. He kept on the stranger's tail, leading to a sky scraper. The bad thing about these buildings was the fact that they were so huge--big enough to hide several monsters. 'God, this guy is dumb.' he though as he passed through the revolving door.


Then the man shouted. "Shit." Tanner whispered to himself as he heard a sharp intake of air. Within seconds, the once silent air was filled with a patter of footsteps. The guy had set off the alarm and didn't even know it. "Run!" Tanner called after him, reaching a full sprint. He caught up with the guy, cathing his collar before he could get his face bitten off. Apparently he'd mistaken one of "them" for a survivor. The mangled looking man screeched at them, teeth bared. And Tanner knew in his gut that this wouldn't be the luckiest of his days.

 

[Hoax]

"Well. I may be stupid, but least I'm not dead yet." Jay muttered to herself, rolling the recently deceased undead off of her body. She'd barely managed to notice the thing before it jumped on her, and her knife was embedded in the creatures head before it could take a bite. Standing back up, she brushed herself off and gave the zombie a sideways glance, making quite sure it was dead, before moving on. If she was lucky, she'd make it to the city before nightfall. The zombies always seemed to be more uppity during the night.


Moving away from the loner undead, Jay made her way up a short hill and collapsed unto the top. Her legs felt like noodles (Mmm… Noodles), and her eyes were burning from lack of sleep. The previous night had been interrupted, courtesy of the ol' dead-and-shufflies. Plus all the walking. Jay wasn't even sure how her reflexes caught the undead before it got a solid chomp in.


"Ah… Why can't it be nap time…?" She muttered, giving herself a moment to lie in the grass. There was a nice breeze, quite pleasant after all the walking. Being in the woods for days was great and all, but she was ready for the city. Yeah, probably more dangerous, but there would be supplies. Supplies and shelter that she didn't have to build and/or steal from another animal.


Sitting up, she sighed and started walking towards the city, blue eyes wandering around the open area in case of movement.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Dorin had found an old rusted bike and rode it into town, but soon ditched it due to possible crowding scenarios. He was now ducking in and out of alley ways. Staying focused and alert on his surroundings. while he been in an enclosed alleyway looking for some ammo he had heard running and some voices but quickly ignored it thinking it was bandits. After that he started hearing large amounts of shuffling, definitely the un-dead. He was safe for a short while in his alleyway but he decided to climb a nearby fire exit and was now on the roof of a 2 story apartment building.


While Dorin was up there he had found a flask of whiskey and a few snacks. He then looked over the edge cautiously as not to be noticed and saw a large mod of un-dead crowding the streets. One of them seemed to have bumped into an old SUV and triggered it's alarm, summoning even more undead from the city. "Damn" Dorin mumbles to himself as he finds a lawn chair along with some old newspapers, and decides to relax.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Katelyn was an idiot. No other word could possibly describe her current situation as she stood, her back pressed against the apartment building she had been living for the last for years...before the world went crazy. After barely managing to escape the outbreak that affected Seattle University, she'd hidden in a nearby abandoned church, barring it shut to keep out the 'Infected'. That's what she liked to call the monstrous mutants that a more than half of the city's occupants had become. Katelyn was under no illusion that her hideout would hold out for long --not by herself. She knew that if she wanted to survive she would have find other survivors. There was strength and protection in numbers. However, she hadn't planned to leave her self-made hideout so soon--not before gathering more supplies. The moment she realized that she'd left her lucky earrings, the one that her mom had given her, in her car--which she'd left in her haste to escape, her body moved before her mind did. That was how Katelyn found herself hiding in a small alleyway between her former apartment building a small bookstore. There must have been at least twenty 'Infected' drifting on the streets.


Katelyn peered over at her target, her old, red SUV that she had parked across the street. She might be able to make it if she could divert the infecteds' attention long enough to rush over the the SUV, grab her earrings, and hurry back. Unfortunately, one of the Infected bumped into her car, causing the alarm to go off and summoning more Infected. Katelyn swore. She had two options. Katelyn could climb to the roof of the apartment building and wait for the infected disperse before retrieving her earings. She knew there was a fire exit on the other side. Or she could just go for it and hope for the best. It took her a split second to decide. There was no guarantee the the Infected would leave anytime soon and Katelyn was not the patient type. Heart racing, she raised the can of tomato sauce she brought with her above her head and tossed it, as hard as she could, in the direction opposite of her SUV. The can crashed into the rear view mirror of a black mini-van, causing the car to come to life.


The blaring sound drew the infected away from her SUV and towards the mini-van. Perfect. Katelyn sprinted towards her car and slipped in her key. She had almost made it unnoticed when the infected nearest to her turned around. Katelyn didn't hesitate, diving into the drivers' seat, door still open, and stepping on the gas. She crashed into several Infected in her escape. Katelyn was hit with a mix of fear and exhilaration as adrenaline coursed through her veins. The Infected saw her, but were too slow to react though some tried fruitlessly to chase. Katelyn closed her eyes and waited for her pulse to return to normal before driving towards a decently safe looking building in the business district. Her goal: to find survivors like herself.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Dorin had heard a second car alarm ring off. "Possibly just another infected, or..." at this thought he peered over the edge of the Apartment building. He had seen the woman run towards the red SUV. Not thinking Dorin started waving his hands and making as much noise as possible to gain the attention of the woman, and if not that but at least remove some of the undead's on her. "Hey, lady!" He'd yell. He knew that if the infected were to swarm the building he could simply hop from fire escape to fire escape, so he had his exit planned.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Katelyn thought she heard a distant voice call out to her, but she wasn't if she wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not. Either way Katelyn had no desire to turn around and face of mob of Infected. There's only going forward now. At least, that was the plan. Katelyn cursed when she felt her wheels hit something, she wasn't sure what, and the tire deflate. Perfect...just perfect. She glanced at her rear view mirror to see at least ten Infected steadily approaching her. No sense in keeping herself trapped in a useless vehicle. She'd run if she had to. Katelyn stepped outside her SUV, remembering to slip her lucky earrings on before she forgot them. She'd need all the luck she could get.


Katelyn was armed with a metal bat in one hand and a pistol in the other. She fired at the closest Infected. Five shots--zero hits. So much for luck. Katelyn didn't know how many rounds her gun had left since she'd picked it up from a corpse and didn't know how to check. She turned tail and ran.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Tommy heard a commotion outside. He looked out of the window in the skyscraper and saw car driving into lots of walkers and a mad man jumping up and down shouting. The world has seriously gone crazy. He thought again. Survivors...Survivors!


He rushed down the ladder and looked around carefully. Tommy saw no sign of movement so he rushed outside.


Tommy still followed the road rules, but in this case, he looked left and right for any walkers or crawlers. After seeing all of the walkers following the car, he decided to climb the building, where the man was.


He quickly zoomed across to the alleyway...


To be welcomed by a walker!


He didn't have any weapons at hand, they were all in his back pack.


"Help!" He screamed, hoping to get the attention of the guy.


He kicked it and fell down, and with much effort to keep the zombie away from him. If the man does not come now...Tom's dead...


(( @CharmingCthulhu ))

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Katelyn stopped in her tracks when she realized what lay ahead of her...more in infected. The streets were swarming with Infected and Katelyn had little chance against so many. It might be safer to return to the apartment building rather than risk venturing forward on foot and without any guarantee that she'd reach a safe building. Yet she'd have to fight through backwards through the swarm of Infected that chased her. Nothing was going as planned. While she hesitated, one of the Infected grabbed her arm. Katelyn winced. It was strong.


Instinct took over and Katelyn dropped her weapons. Using a reversal technique she'd learned from her Aikido training when she was younger, Katelyn broke free from the monster's grip and twisted its arm around its back, pressing forward. Aikido was the perfect martial art for her since it didn't require the user's strength, but used the opponent's strength against them. She twisted the creature's arm further. A this point, a normal person would be crying in pain, but the creature simply snarled at her. It didn't seem to feel a thing. In fact, the Infected was starting to break out of Katelyn's grip. Acting fast, she picked up her metal bat and smashed it hard against the monster's skull. There was a sharp crack and the Infested crumpled.


Katelyn swallowed. Only her willpower kept her standing despite her shaky legs. Despite the many times she'd dealt a mortal blow to the Infected in the last five days, Katelyn had never become used to killing a living creature. She'd never even killed an animal let alone one that looked human, and probably had been one in the past. Trembling fingers touched her left earring. She had to survive, Katelyn reminded herself. She had to survive to find her parents. Calming down, Katelyn appraised her surroundings. The Infected were rapidly approaching, now only a couple of meters from where she stood. There were nearby shops she could hide in, but it won't last long especially if the Infected swarm. A second later Katelyn found her solution. She grimaced. I have to survive.


With that thought in mind, Katelyn climbed down a manhole.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Dorin had heard a cry of help from the alleyway he was recently in. At hearing this he ran over to the fire escape and started quickly running down the steps. On hos way down he had gotten out his baton from it's hostler and then jumped down from where the ladder ended at the fire escape. He landed with a roll and jumped up. as he got up he surveyed the alleyway and saw that there was indeed a man along with an un-dead. At seeing the undead he started furiously whipping it's head with the baton, until it was a bloody pulp in the ground.


Once that deed was gone he looked back to the man. "You ok?" It had been awhile since he was able to communicate with another human, but it felt good. After hearing shuffling behind him he guessed a small amount of them had heard the commotion and were closing in on the alleyway. "ACtually forget what I said, let's get out of here." He said quickly as he started climbing up the fire escape. "Come on!" He yelled.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Tommy heard the man climbing the fire escape stairs. He was like a saviour to him at this point. The man took out his baton and started smashing the walker's head in. He stood up and brushed himself from the dust, trying not to look at the massacre. As the man had finished 'making sure he was dead', asked him something. Tommy was about to reply, when he heard some gurgles and shuffling. The man must have also heard so, and with both of their fast reflexes, both quickly ran upstairs. Tommy decided to close the door, not realising that it made a big 'slam' noise. The other man was already at the top and he yelled for him to go faster. He quickly ran up the stairs, 2 at a time.


Once all his adrenaline had disappeared, they were able to have a calm conversation, as long as they were at a whispering tone.


"Thanks for saving me..." Tommy said, smiling at the man. He took out his hand to offer a shaking of hands. "My name is Tommy, But you can just call me Tom..." Tom looked down at the surface and gave a worried look. "Won't they find away to come up here?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Nah, I checked an the first floor's stairs were completely destroyed." He said taking note of the gap between the building they were currently on, and the closest one that was nearby. "Alright so Tom, do you think you can jump that gap?" He asked pointing to the 7' gap between the buildings. After he said this he took a few steps back and started running at the gap. He then jumped over it and narrowly landed on the ledge. He then looked back at the other survivor. "It would be safer over here, since they think we're over there."

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Tom smiled, knowing that there is chance now that they will survive. "Uh, I'll try..." He murmured. After the man jumped, and showed him how to do it, Tom made a but of a run-up. He leaped in to the air and he was a just short of an inch, but luckily his hands grabbed onto ledge. He used all his strength to put one leg up and eventually made it, without a scratch. "I still did it!" Tom laughed. "So, What now?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

With both of them safely on the other building Dorin cracked his knuckles thinking of something. "You saw that lady on the street, right?" I asked, thinking that I could also have been hallucinating. "I believe we should help her."


He then looked around the roof and found a small amount of food and quickly stuffed it in one of his pockets. After that he looked over the edge and still saw the large crowd of Un-dead. Except this time the seemed to be circled around something. "Did they get her?" He mumbled to himself as he beckoned Tom to where he was.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Tom tried to remember if he saw the lady. "No, She managed to get down into the sewers...Like the manhole..." Tom thought again. "I doubt that she will make it...the sewer area is very contaminated with the virus..." Tommy looked where the other guy was looking. "That's probably where the manhole is..." Tom muttered.

 

[Metronome]

The air inside was stale and stank of mold. Sasha suspected it had something to do with the lack of air conditioning. The sewer treatment plant that he was taking refuge in probably hadn't seen fresh air in a couple years. Luckily for him, he didn't have anyone else around to make the already stuffy room stuffier. Plants like this practically ran themselves, which meant only a few workers were around to get bitten. They hadn't caused him much trouble. Sasha would come across the occasional stray, but it only gave him something to do every now and then. It was certainly more interesting than, say, leaning back in a desk chair, feet propped up, humming "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog" as he whittled a piece of old wood. Compared to this level of boredom, fighting the hoards almost seemed fun.


Sasha looked his masterpiece over: yet another pointy stick to add to the pile. He tossed it across the office where an assortment of similarly pointy sticks was slowly accumulating. He stopped his humming as he pushed his chair back, setting his feet back on the ground and standing up to stretch. Maybe he should check the radio, to see how his farm friend was doing. After twisting his back and popping his neck, Sasha went to do just that.


He grabbed the radio off the desk and plopped down on the floor to turn it on. It fizzled to life with a little static, then cleared as he turned to the right channel. Sasha picked up the receiver and spoke into it.


"Hello? You, sir, are the lucky winner of our monthly survey. Just send go online to this address and you could win a new car," Sasha grinned as he spoke in his best telemarketer voice.


"Cut the shit, Sasha." The voice that responded back was snappy and a bit cranky. Sasha chuckled.


"Bad day in paradise, eh?" The Russian man leaned back against the desk.


"We're struggling here. The refugees are tense and the outsiders are making threats almost twice a week now. We need backup."


"I'm working on it. I'm held up in another city; it's a nightmare to travel through these places."


Sasha leaned over to his backpack and rifled around it until he found his pack of gun. He unwrapped a piece and popped it in his mouth.


"Besides, I'm only one man. I can only do so much."


"There has to be other people where you are. Most people come in groups, haven't you found one yet?"


Sasha shrugged, even though the man on the other end couldn't see it. "Not my style, I guess."


"These aren't the times to be worried about style, brother."


Sasha was about to respond when his radio gave a couple short beeps. He cursed and leaned forward to examine it.


"Shit. I'm running out of battery. I'll have to go out and find more." He picked the radio up. "I'll call back in when I've got them."


The man on the other end was hesitant, wondering if Sasha was just making excused to elude their conversation. "Be careful," He finally said before static retook his end of the line. Sasha turned the radio off and stared at it for a moment, then shoved it down into his bag. He groaned as he stood up, taking his backpack by the strap and slinging it over his shoulders. He didn't particularly look forward to facing the hoards again, but at least he knew his way around the sewers now. The streets were packed shoulder to shoulder with the undead, but most weren't smart enough to go underground. The ones that managed were few and far between.


Sasha picked up his assault rifle, left by the door, and headed out into the plant. It was a short walk to the sewer's opening, and a long walk to the nearest store. There was a convenient store on the corner a few blocks down, but he was a taking a chance on whether or not they would have batteries. Most stores had been raided clean by now. Sasha slunk into the darkened sewer pipe, walking along the pathway and avoiding the diseased waters. It was pretty quiet down there. And Dark. It reminded Sasha of those old horror films, where things got real calm right before the jump scare.


The sound of a manhole opening a little ways ahead of him caused the man to startled. He held his gun up, cocked and ready, as he watched someone crawl down the ladder. He lowered it slightly when he saw that it was only some redhaired woman. She looked pretty shook up, probably from an encounter with some walkers. Sasha could hear the faint moans and groans of the undead above them. A slight smirk came across his face, his sense of humor never knowing when to quit.


"Well hello, devotchka," He said with a grin, his voice accented. "And here I thought only the alligators lived in the sewers."

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Tanner tried bringing the man out of the skyscraper, but the undead proved to be way too much on the poor soul. He'd had no choice but to leave the man behind. His shrieks and screams attracted the corpse party directly to him, so there was room to be a little careless about the noise Tanner made while he ran. The teen tried hard to blot out the sounds of flesh being ripped opened and dined upon. A few blocks later and he was home free. While stopping to catch his breath, he saw a wisp of fiery hair disappear down a sewer hole. "Hmmm, that's a good idea." Tanner mumbled as he jogged over to the spot and started descending himself. With a pause of thought, he reached up and recovered the lid, making sure nothing would follow after him.


"Hey, Red," he whispered loud enough so she could hear him, "Do you mind a tag along? I've got weapons and food." he offered, masking the desperation in his voice.

 

[Aiko Yamada]

Kelly ran so fast she thought her lungs were going to explode. She didnt know how many of the infected were behind her and she didnt dare stop to find out. The small bookstore she had been hiding in had been overrun, the two people she had been there with hadn't been able to escape. Her pack weighed heavy as she turned into an alley. She crawled between the two dumpsters and prayed they would wander off somewhere . She shivered as their groans went past her. She kept a tight grip on her fire axe just in case. "Shit..." she mumbled

 

[Hoax]

Jay finally made it into the city, somehow managing to not run into any zombies on her way. Blue eyes twitched nervously around the area, making sure there was no immediate danger. "Alrighty… Dusty, hopefully abandoned building number one." She muttered, veering off in the direction of one of the many destroyed office buildings.


On her way, she stopped dead (not literally, heh). The all too familiar sounds of snuffling and groaning wormed it's way into her ears, her hand instinctively going to the knife at her side. Not like a simple knife would help against a pack of the creatures, but hey. Handy for ambushes and such.


Slowly edging towards the sound, she peered into an alleyway. Her eyes scanned past the disgusting dumpsters, just managing to catch the stumbling zombies turning the opposite corner and wandering off. Probably had been chasing some poor animal or bugs and gotten bored. Breathing a sigh of relief that they weren't coming her way, she turned to leave.


@Aiko Yamada

 

[Aiko Yamada]

Kelly peeked her head out and immediately stood up. "hey wait." she said in a voice just barely above a whisper. She slowly lowered her axe. "Thank god another person...how long have you been here?" she asked softly. She had been running for who knows how long. She needed some help if she was going to find her way to another safe zone. "Look I don't care where your going. Just take me the helll away from here."

 

[Hoax]

Jay whirled around at the voice, the knife in her hand in seconds. Her eyes scanned the girl up and down, staying silent for a moment. Well, now I know what the ol' dead and shufflies were chasing… She thought, before sighing and lowering the knife. Probably not a good idea to kill the mystery chick yet. Especially since she seemed to be peaceful.


"Not long. I just got into the city about ten minutes ago… Who are you? Are you with a group?" Jay asked, her eyes immediately looking around in case there might be others. The girl herself looked a few years older than Jay, but not like much of a threat. She did have an axe though, and probably knew how to use it if she'd survived this long. Besides, it might be better to not make enemies of the first person you meet in a while.

 

[Aiko Yamada]

Kelly saw that whoever this girl was she was very tense. Understandable, considering there was more than enough nutjobs running around along with the living dead. "I WAS with a small group...three of us. We were barricaded in a bookstore probably five blocks from here. I saw you look around..I swear to god Im alone. Look, if it helps.." she said dropping the axe onto the ground and holding both hands up in a gesture of cooperation.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Good to know she isn't dead." Dorin said bluntly. he then stood up from his squatting position. He then looked at Tom and said, "Hey man, I'm not one much to stay in a group, so I guess I'll be seeing you." As he said this he backed up and got into a running position, He then sprinted for the next building, the gap being 12 feet he was pretty hesitant. He was nearly all the way across the rooftop and about to jump when his left foot slipped on a sharpie marker. This made him slip and fall into the alleyway between the two buildings. He hit a fire escape on the way down and then landed in an open dumpster. Landing on the compressed trash made a soft thud. He looked up from where he fell and saw to ladies. "Hello!" He said foolishly.